Month: November 2013

When I Say Thanks | A Poem of Thanksgiving

order finasteride usa When I say thanks… I forget my troubles Or at least put them in perspective When I say thanks… I remember my blessings So many I wouldn’t notice otherwise When I say thanks… I find complaint impossible And comfort inevitable When I say thanks… I find a better me And remember a higher purpose When I say thanks… I admit the best of me is not my fault And accept the worst of me is not His fault When I say thanks… I mean I am sorry I forget His goodness And glad He forgets my wickedness When I...

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ICYMI, I have officially lost my mind

I have to tell you. Lately, I have felt dumber than a Democrat. The trouble started when people began using the acronym ICYMI. I could not figure out for the life of me what that crazy collection of letters stood for. I was, however, determined to use my considerable deductive reasoning skills to crack the code. Surely, I would see it in context enough times on Facebook, Twitter and text to ascertain the meaning of this elusive and sinister collection of letters. Alas, I have been unable to do so. Despite running into the troublesome eye sore on a...

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Among My Souvenirs: The Preacher’s Figurine (a poem)

I found him among my souvenirs A gift from an elderly woman– she was stately in her manner, refined– to her pastor Given in that long ago Place and time When I was more than I am now And thought less of it Not 8″ tall, his head is bald A faraway gaze in his eye As if he just remembered something And now longed for it Concern plastered on his plaster face His left hand grips the pulpit To help him stand firm Or perhaps for fear he might lose it to some unseen force Held reverently In his...

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